A few weeks after leave Ritahloras, Leo and his army were camped outside the walls of Astal. The Goldenblades had decided to starve out the Ironbanes for a bit before attempting an attack. Leo stood on a hill that was on the outskirts of camp, pacing and gazing at the city. The wind was blowing, causing his cloak to billow about him. His hand rested on the pommel of his sword.